Robin's voice interrupted Don's reverie so he finished closing the blinds and got into bed.

"What's on your mind?" she asked, fingers following a curl in his now longish hair.

Don shrugged, staring at the ceiling. "Just thinking about how people at work call me stuff like Boss or Jefe, but you don't have any nicknames for me. You just call me Don."

"I like your name," Robin answered simply.

"You don't have a nickname either," Don pointed out.

"Oh, I don't know about that..." Robin shifted to sit up and straddle his hips, allowing only the most teasing level of contact. "I kind of like it," she told him, her voice lowering into a husky register, "when you call me Counselor in bed."

Whip snap fast, Don flipped them on the mattress so his body was covering hers completely.

"Motion denied, Counselor," he purred in his most seductive voice as his arm hooked her leg up at the knee and slid into position. "But see how you like this motion..."